Bryan Thao Worra
Bryan Thao Worra Poems
- A Crime In Xieng Khouang Someone stole my boots from A ...
- No Regrets Maybe one day, A page will be found, A song ...
- E Pluribus Unum Youa tells me a story over the hot hibachi: ...
- Aliens We turn our dishes to Heaven, but What manner of ...
- Our Dinner With Cluster Bombs Our pilot packs a ...
- Padaek Speak to me of padaek And some poor ba ferments, ...
- New Myths Of A Northern Land "Dream, " I said, ...
Bryan Thao Worra was born in 1973 in
Vientiane, Laos during the Lao civil
war. He came to the US at six months
old, adopted by a civilian pilot flying
in Laos. In 2003, he reunited with his
biological family after 30 years during
his first return to Laos.
An award-winning writer, his work appears in numerous international anthologies, magazines and ... more »
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A Crime In Xieng Khouang
Someone stole my boots from
A Phonsavan porch
Around dinner time
In the dark.
I suspect it was my tour guide-
The one who trained to be a diplomat,
Whose future drained away
With the American departure.
When I first bought them,
The box proclaimed they were
“Hard To Kill”
And by extension, I assume,
So was I, though there were no
written words to that effect.
Forty dollars is a good price
But it‟s nearly a year‟s pay
In these parts.
I should have known
New American boots
In an Asian size
Don‟t come by often ...